Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.